A goblin from the Buzhou District in the inner circle had already reached the Void Core Realm decades ago. He was also a disciple of a large Faction. Later on, he committed a crime and killed an aristocrat. Thus, he was expelled from the Faction. This kind of person had standards, but ordinary factions did not dare to accept him. Thus, he could only "solve problems" for others to make a living.
The situation in the Heavenly Treasures Street suited his needs, and it was much better than continuously wandering around. He only asked for 50,000 Star Coins and simply stayed in the Heavenly Treasures Street. He claimed that the Heavenly Treasures Street would be under his protection in the future. If the Shell Shade Faction wanted to touch the Heavenly Treasures Street, they would have to go through him first.
This was a genuine Void Core expert who had been famous for a long time. His influence and strength were not inferior to that of a level-6 civilization. For example, the Shell Shade Faction only had two Void Cores. Among them, Yin Jiao had just stepped into the Void Core Realm, but he was already considered a very strong faction.
Even though the Shell Shade Faction had two Void Cores, since they dared to challenge them in public, it was obvious that they had sufficient strength and confidence. After all, they were from a large goblin Faction in the inner circle of the Land. How could ordinary Void Cores compare to them?
However, their appetite was a little big. The protection fees they demanded from the merchants was thirty percent more than when the Nine Wilderness Path was at its most ruthless.
If this was in the past, there would definitely be all kinds of dissatisfaction and complaints. But now, as long as they could stay in the inn, not to mention paying 30% more protection fees every month, even if it was doubled, they could grit their teeth and bear it. Furthermore, after interacting with Crocodile God Mugthol for a few days, other than being greedy, gluttonous, and fond of bragging, he did not have any other major problems. He was rather easy to get along with.
"Niuniu! Good wine! It reminds me of the taste I used to have. " Mugthol was in the flower shop ruining a small bottle of Heavenly River Wine that Old Cow had collected. This was an excellent brew that was rarely seen in the divine territory. It was said that Old Cow had kept it for over 10 years. This time, in order to welcome Mugthol, he had spent a lot of money.
Lord Mugthol was evidently rather satisfied. He patted Old Cow's shoulder. "Back then, when I was in the Patrolling Goblin Faction, I drank this Heavenly River Wine as if it was water. Tsk tsk tsk, it's been a long time since I tasted such an authentic taste.
He pretended to casually glance at the few empty plates on the table.
"Serve the dishes, serve the dishes!" Old Cow hurriedly urged him. On the other side, Wang Zhong carried a large pot of steaming hot meat out of the kitchen.
This time, Old Cow was treating them, but he could not bear to spend money to go out. As a result, Wang Zhong's culinary skills were forced to be displayed. After all, he had been influenced by Lan Daier for a period of time. Even if he had not eaten pork before, he had seen a pig run.
The pot of roasted meat had been roasted until it was golden and shiny. Oil sizzled from the crispy golden skin, dripping with golden grease and emitting waves of tempting aura. Even Mugthol, who was half-full, instantly felt his eyes light up. Old Cow, who was beside him, almost drooled as he watched. Usually, he would eat Day Stomach Pills with Wang Zhong and the rest to fill their stomachs. Occasionally, they would go to a cheap restaurant on the street to have a sumptuous meal. Ever since the day the kitchen was built, it had only been used a few times.
"Delicious, delicious!" Mugthol ate until his eyes were squinting. He continued to wolf down his food. "Heh heh, little fellow, your body looks weak, but your cooking skills are not bad. How about it? Are you interested in following me? If you follow me, I guarantee that you will not have to worry about food and clothing, and you will not be bullied by others! "
Wang Zhong smiled and shook his head. He was rather curious about the Void Core. If he had the chance, he really wanted to try it.
"Silly boy, what are you thinking about?!" Old Cow was so scared that he almost crushed his crotch. "Lord Crocodile God thinks highly of you. That is an honor to you. This is a rare opportunity …"
"Hey, don't! If you are not willing, don't force yourself! " Mugthol rolled his eyes at him and waved his hand. "Furthermore, why are you bringing such a silly boy who does not have good judgment to me to make trouble for me? Do you really think that I, Uncle Thol, will accept just anyone? "
Old Cow smiled apologetically and quietly wiped away his cold sweat. Recently, he had been too busy and did not have the time to take care of the flower shop. However, Wang Zhong managed the flower shop well and logically. Thus, Old Cow had long viewed him as his right-hand man. Just now, he was just afraid of offending Mugthol. If he really sent Wang Zhong away, Old Cow would be reluctant.
"You people from the lower worlds." Mugthol was not angry. As he wolfed down his food, he started to brag to Wang Zhong. "All of you have your own ideas. When you talk about cultivation theories, you can brag to the heavens, as if you are some impressive Great Grandmaster. However, when you really fight, all of you are extremely weak. All of you are weaklings with high standards but low abilities."
"Hey, little fellow, don't learn from those fellows who brag all day long. If you are weak, you have to admit it. If you are beaten, you have to stand up straight!" His mouth was filled with grease as he said, "Look at how skinny you are. A gust of wind can blow you up to a height of eight feet. You have only met someone with a good temper like me today. If it was someone else, there would be too many people from the lower worlds like you who have no judgment, talk back to others, and are slapped to death by others. They will not live for long! "
Wang Zhong did not know whether to laugh or cry. He could only let Mugthol do as he pleased.
"Alright, alright. Go, go, go." Mugthol waved his hand. "In the future, be smarter and do a good job here. After living here for a hundred and eighty years, you can return to the lower worlds. Don't think that you will suffer for a hundred and eighty years. Once you leave the gravity and spiritual pressure here, I guarantee that you will be invincible when you return to the lower worlds. How great would it be to be a local tyrant? If you stay here, you will be bullied by others. Heh heh. I have seen too many of them. That is the best way out for people like you! "
Wang Zhong was helpless and could only retreat by himself.
His aura soared into the sky, and the goblin aura on his body was like a thin film that covered the surface of his body. It was so thick that it was visible to the naked eye. He looked ferocious and gave off a rather powerful feeling. However, surprisingly, Wang Zhong did not sense much threat from him.
It was not that there was no hostility, but that there was no threat.
He silently compared himself. When he completely released the spiritual power in his divine cells, he felt that he was even stronger than the current Mugthol. It was no wonder that he did not feel that Mugthol was scary.
However, he had heard that Void Core goblins could release their goblin bodies. Only when their goblin bodies appeared would they display their true combat strength. However, the stronger and larger their goblin bodies were, the greater the spiritual pressure they had to withstand. Their normal state was just to avoid unnecessary consumption and was far from their true strength.
Wang Zhong was thinking about how to find an expert to spar with, while Mu Zi was in a daze as he looked at the surging Netherworld River. Three days had passed, and Foonilia had not come out to bother him. It was very peaceful, but for some reason, he missed her.
Naturally, he did not miss her very much. However, whenever Moriko saw the Netherworld River, her curious and proud gaze would appear in his mind. The tone of her voice also made him think of Wang Zhong's clown. They were so similar. Of course, he would not tell her that he thought this way. He did not know what she would do because of this.
By the time Mu Zi returned to his senses, the sky had already darkened. Mu Zi packed his things and quickly flew towards the sect. However, he had only flown a short distance when a figure suddenly appeared from behind a Hell Tree and blocked Mu Zi's path. His movements were quick and abrupt, and he directly collided with Mu Zi's chest.
Mu Zi's eyes flashed, and his footsteps followed the other party's movements. Just as he was about to avoid this figure, another figure appeared from the other side.
Oh no!
Mu Zi reacted, but the other party had already crashed into him. Then, he heard a scream that did not sound like a scream. "Wah! My secret medicine! "
Mu Zi stopped in his tracks. Before he could clearly see what the puddle of water on the ground was, a pair of hands grabbed him. "Compensate me for my secret medicine!"
Mu Zi dodged the greasy and slippery hands. This was a clam-person from the Shell race, and his entire body was covered in clam-oil. From afar, he looked like a human carrying a shell on his back. However, the clam-person's facial features were extremely distorted. There was a mouth where the eyes should have been, and there was a nose where the mouth should have been. His eyes were asymmetrically placed on both sides of his cheeks.
Seeing Mu Zi dodge, the clam-person was not anxious. A hint of gloominess flashed across his face. Then, Mu Zi sensed that over 10 members of the Shell race, who were emitting gloomy auras, had surged out from his surroundings.
The Shell race came from a level-5 civilization and was also a legend. This was because after a branch of the Shell race, the Shell race, entered the divine territory, they adapted to the situation in the divine territory beyond one's imagination. In particular, they were natural Core Breeders. In the end, the Andro Shell race advanced to a level-8 civilization. However, to the entire Shell race, they did not ascend to the heavens. Instead, this massive change caused some branches to degenerate and even had internal strife. The clam-person was the representative of degeneration. After losing the fight, they were chased into the Netherworld River. They were not welcomed here either. They specialized in robbing and bullying weak civilizations for a living.
Occasionally, they would even use the tiger skin of the Shell race. These clam-people had been waiting for Mu Zi all along! The secret medicine was just an excuse.
"Why are you wasting your breath on him? Mere human, listen up. We have been watching you for a very long time, but we have never seen someone who can save Star Coins like you. Just now, you overturned my gourd of secret medicine. There are 10 of us, but we don't want much from you. Just 10 Silver Star Stones and 10 portions of Netherworld Sand every month," the clam-person said in a gloomy voice.
The other clammen laughed threateningly as well. Ten pairs of eyes stared fixedly at Mu Zi.
Mu Zi looked at the water stain on the ground seriously. A tattered gourd had rolled to the side. "This is just water boiled from Ghost Heart Grass. It is not even worth a single Star Coin."
Roars of laughter rang out. "It's true! Are all human brains like this? This was just an excuse. The sect wouldn't care if there was a reason for a fight. Now, be sensible. Don't think that we don't know that you have 10 Silver Star Stones and the refinement recipe for the Netherworld Sand. You can actually refine the Netherworld River Sand. If we had not been watching you closely, we would not have been able to tell. "
Mu Zi looked at the clam-people. They had definitely not been watching him for 10 days or half a month. They had been watching him for at least half a year. The clam-people were sinister and cautious. In the beginning, they had thought that Mu Zi could act so independently because he had a backer. However, after monitoring him for a long time, they realized that the others had been misled by his strange attitude.
In the eyes of the clam-people, there was no more suitable target for them to exploit than Mu Zi.
He was a human from the weakest level-4 civilization. He was alone, had a large number of Star Coins, and could refine the Netherworld Sand!
As long as they obtained the refinement recipe for the Netherworld Sand … The clam-people seemed to have seen a bright future.
If they only wanted Star Coins, they could still negotiate. However, when they mentioned the refinement recipe for the Netherworld Sand, there was no room for compromise. Mu Zi was very clear that the other party would not leave an unstable factor alive.
Mu Zi looked around him. The clam-people were very experienced and did not leave any loopholes for him. After all, they came from a level-5 civilization. Furthermore, they had joined the Star Alliance for several hundred years and were familiar with the spiritual power in the divine territory. If one or two of them came, he could still escape. However, if there were 10 of them together, they would naturally cooperate seamlessly and were cautious!
This was a battle without any suspense. Mu Zi fought with all his might, but he could only be toyed with and humiliated by the shell-people, slowly depleting his energy. As they toyed with him, they loudly planned how to make Mu Zi hand over the refinement method of the Netherworld Sand in its entirety.
"I prefer to use torture. I believe that as long as the method is appropriate, no one will be able to endure torture."
"Use an illusion and let him reincarnate 100 times in the illusion of the mirage people. There will be no secrets that can be kept a secret."
Mu Zi's final attack was blocked by the clam-people's shell, leaving a massive hole in his chest. This was the last straw that broke the camel's back. Mu Zi lay on the ground and struggled, but he could no longer get up.
"It's about time. In this state, it's my turn."
The torturer twisted his body and moved closer. He took out a box filled with torture tools from his space, and his cold smile was imprinted in Mu Zi's eyes.
Mu Zi hugged the Life and Death Coffin tightly. At this moment, he recalled the silence when he drank Ning Yue. In this world, there was only him and the Life and Death Coffin.
He recalled the dream that he often had. The tall mountain, the barren land, and the Life and Death Coffin.
Death was not something to be afraid of, but he was just a little unwilling.
However, at this moment, a low and furious voice sounded from the sky. "You! How dare you!!! "
Foonilia was extremely furious as she looked at Mu Zi, who was lying on the ground. Those smelly things were trying to do something to her prey that she would definitely not forgive!
Boom …
A beam of pitch-black light lit up in the sky, as if a world had descended.
In the distance … In the Netherworld Faction, a pair of pitch-black eyes opened. It passed through the layers of obstacles and looked in that direction. The demonic black vortex revealed a trace of dissatisfaction in its eyes.
This dissatisfaction was like a law that rapidly materialized and formed a terrifying power.
"Heh heh. You are a little mischievous, but you are also saving the disciples of your faction. Don't do it again."
Just as this power was about to form, a faint laughter that was as light as the wind caused this trace of dissatisfaction to flow back into its eyes and be sealed up.
"Then, let's do it." The voice of the owner of the pitch-black eyes was like a rusty saw cutting through glass. It was terrifying and unbearable.
The light dissipated, and Mu Zi looked at the girl who had descended from the sky. He was a little confused, but he also felt like he was suffocating. From her, he could see a path that led to the darkness.
Foonilia slowly landed beside Mu Zi. However, her gaze transcended space and met a certain place in the distance. She lowered her head, and her moist red lips curled up in dissatisfaction. It was as if she was throwing a tantrum.
However, she quickly composed herself. When she looked at Mu Zi, she revealed a disdainful expression. "In any case, you are someone that I like. How can you be so weak?"
Mu Zi smiled. "Don't I have you?"
Foonilia was stunned. How could he speak so naturally and smile so happily …? All of this had completely overturned Foonilia's world.
After a long time, the voice of a little girl rang out in Mu Zi's mind. "Remember, you are my prey. Other than me, no one can bully you …"
A simple and profound secret technique gushed out from her heart and was deeply engraved in Mu Zi's mind. Mu Zi knew that this girl had used some kind of powerful method, similar to a method of enlightenment, to directly imprint the chapter of this cultivation technique into his mind's memory.
"This much should be enough for you to be arrogant in the Land. The main thing is the method to absorb spiritual influence. If not for the fact that I don't have any other techniques on hand, and that your soul is not bad and very special, I would not have taught you this. Thus, you must definitely remember to keep this a secret! Otherwise, you will definitely die. "
Just as Foonilia's voice rang out in Mu Zi's mind, a black ray of light suddenly shot out from the distance. It swept her up and carried her into the sky.
"Remember, your soul belongs to me alone!"
Looking at the black light that had disappeared from the sky, Mu Zi was dumbfounded. Soul … What the hell?
Foonilia. He would definitely not forget this name.
Just how strong was Mugthol? Wang Zhong was very curious. Wang Zhong was very curious. What he lacked the most now was an intuitive understanding of these experts from the divine territory. How big was the gap between the Foundational Stage and the Void Core Stage? Old Cow obviously did not know much about these things, and it was completely unreliable to ask him. Perhaps he could obtain some preliminary understanding through Crocodile God Mugthol.
However, it was a pity that Lord Mugthol was simply too 'busy'. Ever since he had come to Old Cow's place once, he did not have the chance to get close to him. He had meals every day.
All the shops in the Heavenly Treasures Street treated him like an ancestor. There were two small feasts every day and one large feast every three days. Frankly speaking, even though this lord was rather ruthless in collecting protection fees, he was not like the Ninth Wilderness Path, who had a large group of subordinates.
In the past, the Ninth Wilderness Path had collected protection fees at the market price, but it was easy to deal with the King of Hell and difficult to deal with. The ones who truly sucked the blood of these merchants were the evil spirits under the Ninth Wilderness Path. But now, Crocodile God Mugthol did not do this at all. He would collect as much as he wanted and only handed over a portion. Furthermore, no one in the street dared to cause trouble. This lord especially loved to patrol his territory. This was probably due to the contrast caused by the lack of "respect" over the past few years. He was serious and responsible in his' work '. Furthermore, he spoke and did things swiftly and decisively.
He was simply living in the clear sky. In this way, his days were even better than before. More importantly, Crocodile God Mugthol had been in the Heavenly Treasures Street for a full month. The entire Catanlyke District knew that Mugthol was protecting the Heavenly Treasures Street, but the Shell Shade Faction did not react at all. Not only did Yin Jiao not appear, even some of the dark goblins who loved to wander around the Heavenly Treasures Street had disappeared. Was the Shell Shade Faction really afraid?
"After all, Uncle Thol was once a member of the Patrolling Goblin Faction. It is a large Faction in the entire Land! Can the situation be the same? I heard that even a sweeper from the Patrolling Goblin Faction can flatten a level-6 civilization! "
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